Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-08-28
DAILY HERALD.
SAN JUAN CAPISTRANO.
Why it is a Delightful
Place.
BATHING, FISHING, SHOOTING
A Successful Mountain Deer Hunt
Encounter with Wild Pigs
San Juan Notes.

world the city editor OF tne 1ERALl
selected San Juan Capistrano as thu
place in which to spend his vacation
and in fact was not very clear as t.
the reason myself, except that it wa
quiet, possessed a splendid climate
and was good place to rest in. A
brief resume of the manner in which
the time has been passed here for th'
past two weeks will serve to enlighteI
people unacquainted with San Juan
and will be doing substantial justice
to the place itself.
First and foremost there is each day
the delightful two mile drive over
good road to the Incompatible driving
and bathing beach in front of Sar
Juan-by-the-Sea, and a dip in the
surf. The second day, after the morn
ing bath, party OF three, includ
ing the writer, took trip up 8
little cafion, where we shot small game
until we were literally tired of sport
Never in my life have | seen more
abundant or gamier birds than those
of the San Juan breed.
The next dav the party were fur
nished with saddle horses, through
the courtesy of Don Marcus Forster,
and enjoyed delightful gallop
through the charming environs of the
Old Mission.
Friday a drive was taken up the
picturesque Trabuco Canon, where is
some of the loveliest bits of scenery in
California. One of the incidents OF
this trip, the novelty of which cannot
fail to appe | to the average towns
man, was a'carne seco lunch at the
one hundred and fifty year old house
of Don Bernardo, on the Trabueo
rancho. This old, historic mansion of
adobe, with walls five feet thick, is
used as the headquarters of the Don,
who controls numerous sheep.
Mr.. j. J. Anger, resident agent
of the Pacific Land Improvement
Company was along, and his friend,
Don Bernardo, treated us in a princely
manner. Carne seco, French cheese
and old French wine formed a portion
of the repast.
Saturday trip was taken up the
Mission Viejo canon to the Hot Spings.
These natuaal warm baths are about
twelve miles from San Juan, and
nature has done much more for them
than for any springs in Southern Cali
fornia. The waters possess healing
virtue and medicinal properties to "A
high degree, and will in the near ftl-
fure become a noted resort. 1t would
be very little trouble for a motor road
to be built clear up to the springs, and
it will doubtless be done at an early
day. Sunday was spent with all due
decorum, morning service being attend
ed at the Mission Church, where an
excellent discourse by Rev. Father
Autill of Los Angeles was listened to.
In the afternoon staid quiet drive
ON the beach was taken.
Monday was quite a red-letter day.
Captain f. Westdahl, of the United
States Coast Survey, was here making
photographic survey of the coast off
San Juan. He kindly invited me to
spend a day with him out ON the
ocean. He warned me that would find
it monotonous, but took along my
rife and some fishing tackle, and did
not find the time drag. There were
lots of seal and porpoises and pelicans
TO shoot at, and the fishing was
superb, although | did not catch quite
the number of fish accredited to me
by Thursdays HERALD. We landed
for lunch at Mussel Cove, where there
is good sea fishing from the rocks.
A MOUNTAIN HUNT.
Tuesday morning bright and early
Messrs. Joe Farrell, Ed Mendelson
and myself started on camping trip
up the mountains which proved to be
one of the most pleasurable, success
full and exciting hunting experiences
of my life. We drove about twenty
miles up canon where we made
camp. About two hundred yards
from camp we started an immense
wild cat. After arranging everything
around camp and partaking of light
repast, We started out with the hopes
of jumping deer before night. We
did't start deer but we ran across
drove of wild and ferocious wild hogs
and had battle royal with them. 1t
was a most exciting and dangerous
contest and all three of us narrowly
escaped injury. We killed three of
the hogs. | will write you a special
account of this fight with the wild
boars before which the accounts of
chasing the wild boar in Germany
will pale into insignificance. We re-
turned to camp and after binding up
our wounds and partaking heartily of
young roast wild pig we turned in
and slept the sleep of the just under
the stars and lulled by the music of
the rippling mountain brook. Early
the next morning we started up the
rugged sides of the mountains in
quest of deer and in about an hour we
jumped great buck with antlers. 1t
was the prettiest shooting man ever
saw. We were on ridge and the
buck was going up the mountain on
the other side of the cafion. He was
about 300 yards from us and going up
the mountain in slanting direction.
All three opened up with our Win
chesters and the way we made lead
rattle around that old buck would
have reminded soldier of the battle
of Gettysburg. Finally Joe who was
shooting a AS gun with sixty grain
cartridges says "There I've got him. -
The old buck staggered little but
rallied and started down the
mountain. We blazed away at
him but he got out of sight. We then
separated and began to search for him
Soon Joe cried "Here he is boys .
Ed. and l ran to the spot and found
Joe in the act of cutting the throat O
the noble animal. He was a huge
beast, and one of the trimmed hami
which / sent to Mr.. Lynch weighed
twenty pounds. He was hit five times
and while it was Joe's shot that go